Faith
Looking at the eyes of faith;
Its beauties run through my future,
I am reminded of my weakness in my innocent world.
Looking unto Him; I saw nothing but my future’s hand in His faith,
I came like those that lived by faith;
In beauty of faith, I was made;
My beauty is a resonance of His voice that speaks faith.
Looking at the mind and eyes of every object of creation;
I see missing beauty that brought me to this world,
What is the joy of existence without faith in Him?
Looking at his eyes, my eyes get glued to its beauties;
Oh thou that showed me the path of life,
Look into my eyes and see your beauties in me,
Running as the waters: you came into my days.
Written by:
Pastor Alfred Emmanuel Omojevwe
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